When Su Mo heard what Xue Mo had said, he looked cold.
Do you want to kill me? You must have the ability to do so!
Xue Mo sneered and turned to talk to the person beside him when he saw that Su Mo did not respond to him.
A grim-looking youth in a black tight suit was beside Xue Mo. He had long red hair.
Although he had kept back his aura, he could not hide his baleful look.
After Xue Mo spoke to the grim-looking youth, he glanced at Su Mo and then nodded at Xue Mo.
Although they were far apart and Su Mo did not know what Xue Mo had told the youth, he was sure that Xue Mo was instructing the youth to kill him.
Su Mo sneered in his heart. As long as the experts from the older generation did not strike, he was not afraid of anyone in the younger generation.